Merry students roam the campus

"Come on! I'll let you know what you should know, and don't ask what you shouldn't know." Chen Ming looked around carefully, then turned his head and whispered: "This is not a place to talk, Go inside your house!"

"it is good!"

Seeing that Chen Ming was so serious, Brother Ma nodded immediately, turned around and walked towards the house.

"Hey! I said Brother Ma, you don't want those guys who eat?" The fat man pointed to the pickaxe on the ground and shouted loudly.

"What a fart! Now that the boss is back, everyone wants to eat and drink spicy food again. Seriously, this hard work is really not done by humans. I'd better take back my machete and gun." Ma Brother seems to have come out from the shadow of his friend's sacrifice.

After all, compared to that miserable life, many people are still willing to take this path, right?Those who made fans back then would lose their heads.Why would those farmers do it?

Isn't it forced by life in order to live a good life?

Just like what a certain d advertised, whoever is the master of the house, it's like beating local tyrants and dividing the land.Every emperor who took the lead in making fans shouted the same slogan, but what happened?

The one surnamed Wang overthrew the one surnamed Li, and the peasants who started fanning with him were the masters of the family, assigned to the fields, and became officials.But there are still farmers in this world, and they are just exploiting another group of farmers.Of course, this is off-topic, and I won't talk about it much.

Brother Ma quickly opened the door, and a large group of people hurried in, then closed the door and drew the curtains.Immediately, the room was pitch black.

The fat man went to find the switch, just pressed it, and suddenly found out that there was no power!

"Damn it! Let me tell you, brother Ma, you're such a fool, aren't you? You can't even use the electricity!" The fat man said without curiosity.

"It just stopped yesterday. It's all right! It's better to keep it secret." After speaking, the guy took out the lighter, fumbled for a long time, and lit a candle.Everyone leaned on the little flame and gathered together.

"Boss, can you say it now?" Everyone stared at Chen Ming at the side. It felt a bit like a game of "Ghost Stories Cool" in midsummer.

Chen Ming unhurriedly took out a pack of "Huangguoshu" worth seven yuan from his pocket, just right next to the candle, and sucked it up fiercely.After igniting it, he pretended to be blunt and said indifferently: "This is too long to say!"

"Gudong..."

After being so whetted by him, the others swallowed their saliva.

The broom stared at Chen Ming and said, "Boss, let's make a long story short! We want to know why you didn't die?"

Chen Ming looked at the curious and longing eyes, took a puff of smoke, and said lightly: "Because I was not shot at all! All the bullets were blank, and after hitting the body, the ones that bloomed were all It is a "paintball" made of animal blood and pigment."

"How is it possible? Tiaozi can't be so boring, can he?" Fat Pig King exclaimed, and the others were also puzzled.Are you bored?Enough support?Play this "deception" game.

"Of course they can't have the capital and qualifications to play this game. Behind this, there is a powerful and terrifying organization planning."With Chen Ming's indifferent words, he could hear the sound of swallowing saliva like "Gudong".

"In the end...what organization is it?" They asked almost in unison.

I saw Chen Ming smoking a cigarette calmly, looking up at 45 degrees, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said two words that were enough to scare people to death, "Military...Fang!"

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